First date, after beer googles attraction at a pub is vanished, and drunkenness
gone, you realize that the person who seemed to you so attractive at the
bar, is just a disappointing
run-of-the-mill (ordinary, average) person.
—"Know... the
hunk I scored last Saturday, after the drinks at the
pub, the one I told you was so
awesome-looking...?"
"Yes?"
— "Dwarfed beauty."